1. The silliness. My least favorite parenting trait is that I have a very low tolerance for the silliness. I mean, honestly, if they are not fussing at each other, not being ugly, and not hurting anyone, why should it matter to me if they are being silly? But, seriously? It does. I cannot help it. Particularly in the car. Do you think you can literally feel that your head is about to explode? Because I think that is what this feels like. Most often, I do some deep breathing exercises because I understand that blowing up because of silliness is, well, silly. And the kind of thing that may leave a sour taste in their mouths for years to come. But once (ok, maybe twice), I have found myself saying... "HUSH!!! For the love of all that is good in the world... Just....hush!"
2. Twinkle Toes. Can someone please explain this phenomenon? And also tell me who is responsible for possessing my body (and my intellect) just long enough for me to give in to it? What? You are not familiar with Twinkle Toes? Well, let me describe. And then I may even show you a picture.
Twinkle Toes are shoes made by Sketchers for little girls. They are basically painted with every kind of gaudiness known to man all over the canvas part. Then. THEN. On the rubber part of the toe, they are covered with jewels. But not just any jewels. Jewels that light up. Oh, yes. It is the height of tackiness. And I have bought a pair for my otherwise-fashion-plate-of-a-daughter.
You can't really see the jewels so well here, and you definitely can't see the lighting up, but this will give you an idea. I'm also not sure these are the same ones she got, but they are similarly colored and similarly gaudy.
Yes. There is a hole in the sole of her boots and all the "leather" is scuffed off both toe boxes. Yes. It is too cold still for her to wear the new sandals I have already bought for summer. And, yes. I have discovered that her sneakers are a full 2 sizes smaller than what her foot currently measures. But, did I really agree to this??
3. Lovies. They are wonderful. And, they are terrible. They are wonderful when they are present and accounted for. Clean and fresh. Doing their job of soothing. But they are rotten when they are missing, or filthy, or the cause for the late night crying.
Pressley lost her Bunny this week. Last night, she discovered him missing and she was distraught. Luckily, she was too exhausted to cry about it for too long, but she was very sad. I looked everywhere I could think of to look for him, but I am also well aware that the kids play with Bunny almost daily, and his adventures have him traveling far and wide within this house, and I've seen him in some of the darnedest places. I knew I would have trouble thinking of all the random spots Bunny could be hiding. So, instead of thinking like a child, I decided to bribe a child to do it for me. I explained to Evan how sad Pressley was about Bunny being missing and told him I would pay him ten bucks if he could find Bunny before bedtime tonight.
It took him about 10 minutes, but he found Bunny on the top shelf of the organizer that hangs from Pressley's closet rod. Behind some other stuffed animals. Either he was a party to Bunny's being put there, or he was properly motivated by the reward. I don't care which. I'm just glad Bunny is safely in the arms of my lil' P, who will hopefully be sound asleep as soon as she finishes talking to herself.
4. Manners. Do little boys ever learn them? I am exhausted from trying to teach them. I think I can feel the circles under my eyes getting darker with each time I say, "Chew with your mouth closed." Or, "Do not eat that cookie like a rabbit. Take bites of it like a real boy." (Yes, that is an actual quote that I say frequently. Go figure.) I suspect I have many more years of saying these very same things. (In addition to "Stop smacking. I should not hear you chewing from all the way over here." and "Eat over your plate. The crumbs under your chair will not vacuum themselves." and "Please slow down. No one is going to take your food away from you. Well, unless you keep eating like a rabbit, and then I will take it away and throw it in the trash!"
No comments:
Post a Comment